It was peacefully erotic, and Layla’s lips fell open as that beautiful glow filled her chest and abdomen, easing down into her pelvis and flowing out through her arms and legs. Cascading up her throat with her breath, it filled her head until her face was on fire with that heated beauty, until it was spilling out the crown of her head. She felt her skin blush and couldn’t stop it – didn’t want to – as her heart beat hard from being filled up so far by that incredible sensation. She felt herself breathing with Heathren now as he breathed with her.
As his body opened up behind her in the same warm, golden way.
The fire was all-at-once too hot as Layla spiraled out into a beautiful, sudden trance. Her eyelashes flickered as she felt Heathren’s aura expand behind her, filling her up with his amazing warmth. It had light and pleasure as they came into each other; Layla feeling her own energy spill back into Heathren as his spilled forward into her. She hardly noticed he’d moved his head, his soft lips easing over the nape of her neck now as he breathed.
Kissing her gently until her entire body tingled and tightened in the most sweetly erotic way.
As Heathren moved his lips, bringing them to the side of her neck as he breathed upon her skin, Layla felt his presence in her mind. As if he’d kissed his way up through the nape of her neck and into her skull, she could feel his mind there with hers, together. It held no force and no presence inside her. It was simply there – like somehow his own mind was joined to hers now as their bodies spilled beautifully into each other.
As Layla fell deeply into their trance, she realized she could feel their bodies yoked together by their shared energies. She realized she was pulsing with a slow rhythm where she sat, independent of her breath. Heathren was moving with her, rocking to that same shared rhythm where he sat embracing and supporting her. It was like dancing and Layla gave into it, letting it move her from the base of her spine all the way up.
Gently, Heathren rocked with Layla, his lips still softly beside her neck. Every sense was heightened as they came together in the dance. Heathren’s soft lips and strong body felt like they were drowning her suddenly, so full and deep. But they weren’t drowning, they were floating; and Layla danced upon Heathren’s movement, seeing sunlight in her mind. Warmth spilled through her entire body, so quiet with eros that she found herself wanting more than anything for him to take her in his arms and lay her down upon the white rug. For him to be over her, inside her, as they shared this blissful sensation so deep – a deep heat without Dragon-fire.
Gentle and wild.
As she had those thoughts, she felt Heathren’s breath change behind her; slower, hotter. His lips whispered over her neck as he shared in the eros she was feeling; in the thoughts she was thinking. Easing his lips over her skin, he kissed her; so sweetly. As she turned in his arms, lifting her lips to find his, he indulged her, letting his lips brush over hers. Pressing into her, he kissed her gently, and Layla tasted sunlight upon his tongue as he moved into her, slow and sweet. As they kissed, he laced his fingers through hers where they rested together atop her knees.
And then pulling slowly away, he broke their kiss.
“That will do for today.” Heathren murmured quietly at her lips. “We need go no further tonight, Layla. We may end our session here. You have done well.”
“Do we have to stop?” Layla breathed to the dark and the flickering fire, though even moving her lips enough to form words was vastly difficult in her deeply entranced state. “What is this place?”
“We are sharing the energy of our bodies in the etheric state.” Heathren spoke quietly, nuzzling his nose over hers. “It is a deep intimacy, though you are not yet accessing the fullness of the etheric universe. But our eros is high tonight from the wine and the fire to induce our trance. If we pushed further into each other tonight to build trust, we would merely destroy it by falling into erotic sensation with each other, which I cannot allow. Rest, Layla. Bring yourself back from our sharing. Re-discover what it feels like to be inside your own body, as I return to mine.”
As he spoke, Layla felt Heathren slowly pull his aura back from her, and like a synergistic response, her aura was suddenly pulling out of him. It wasn’t a forceful sensation, only a sweet wash of movement and warmth, as if Layla’s energy simply spilled home to her body and Heathren’s cascaded home to his. Leaving was as beautiful as going into the sharing had been; and as Layla felt their bodies release from each other, she gave a pleasured sigh. Heathren did the same, and lifting his arms, he curled them around her. Holding her close to his strong frame, he nuzzled his nose over her neck.
As his fingers tightened subtly around her ribs.
That one movement rushed through Layla as her lips fell open; as she felt how much passion Heathren was holding back to have this time with her and not push her into a place of mistrust with him. He wasn’t just a creature of light, she understood in that moment. Like the bright-dark shine of his strange silver-opal wings, he was a Fallen Ephilohim – and with it came all the lusts and passions of the physical realms. He was holding it all back, she realized, to guide her tonight.
Holding back all his passions – to help her.
“You’re holding back so much.” Layla breathed, reaching a hand up almost unconsciously to cup his beautiful face.
“Yes.” He spoke simply, kissing her neck with the sweetest restraint again, though he did not let her go. “You arouse me; deeply. I can put it away for a while as we train in the ether together but I cannot hide it entirely. Few people have ever had this effect on me, Layla – I can count them upon the fingers of one hand. Your blood sings to me of other Fallen Ephilohim I have known, who were dear to me. More than proof to me that you have the blood of an Ascendant in your veins as Hunter asserts… and a powerful one, at that.”
“Hunter thinks it makes me unique.” Layla’s eros was fading now as they spoke of Hunter, though her body still felt warm and fuzzy all over. Taking a deep breath, she let more of her sharing with Heathren clear, even though part of her wanted to revel in it for weeks – even decades.
“It does make you unique.” With one last chaste press of lips to her neck again, Heathren finally came unwound from her. She could feel him as he went; the will it took for him to rise and step even a few paces from her. Coming to standing also, Layla was lightheaded suddenly as her body refused to wake up from her trance and support her blood pressure. Heathren was there quickly as she reeled.
Cradling her close to his iron-hard body.
“Forgive me.” He murmured as he breathed down. Belatedly, Layla realized she had turned her face up towards his, as if desiring another kiss.
“For what?” Layla asked, caught in a strange moment with him. She didn’t want to pull away. It wasn’t her Dragon’s ardor, it was simply the depth of sharing they’d just engaged in, still pulling them close. Layla found it strange as she thought over this feeling she had for Heathren. At one time, he would have been her enemy, jailing Adrian as he’d done over and over.
But now because of their sharing, he had become something else.
“For taking advantage.” The Archangel breathed, still holding her close. “I shouldn’t have kissed you. It’s not my intention to become your lover, or a part of the Bind. Indeed, I’m not sure I can be, with how vastly different Dragon-magic is to my own. But I feel a call in my veins from you nonetheless…”
“What does that mean?” Layla murmured, feeling him as they stood together.
“It means you hold the power to make an Archangel change their mind.” Heathren breathed, his tall frame bending as if he was drawn to her, his lips closer now as Layla watched his silver-bright eyes. “Angels rarely change their minds about anything, until the end of days.”
“What are you changing your mind about?” Layla asked, curious as she fell closer to him.
“Justice.” Heathren breathed over her lips now. “I am already severely bending strict Intercessoria laws to help you, Layla. I am lying to my organization about what I’m up to, and my partner in the Judiciary. Even before we had our…connectionjust now, I was already throwing caution to the wind to deal with you. And here we are, performing renegade deeds in my own home…”
